Lately...

I couldn't think of an original title for this blog. I'm never really that good at titles. I try not to just steal from other people but eh, sometimes you have to just name a blog about the song you feel like listening to on repeat. : )

So... yeah. Summertime n'all... I don't know when I last did a blog, mostly because I keep going on the website (when on the net on my own), staring blankly at this empty space and then spamming twitter.

Anyway.

Spent the first weekend of the summer holiday with Daisy dearest, which was awesome... though I think yelling at God he didn't exist and to smite us (blame cider) might not have been a good idea. Honestly, soon as I got home my internet connection refused to work. The weather was normal. No storms, nothing. It just... wouldn't work for like an hour; and that's not the first time in my life something kind of freaky has happened. Maybe it was just coincidence, but I'm too open minded to truly believe that.

It's difficult sometimes to remain open minded without being so open minded your brains are liable to fall out, isn't it?

Anyway... then MJ came up and I spent quite a bit of time with the two people who i'm not related to and love most in the world. What did it result in? Well, lots of laughter, cheese "toasties", strawberry liqeur (nicest thing in the world, believe me!), some other stuff, trilby hats, chips, laughing at the chavs on my estate who stood in a line and stared at us and having heads down the toilet quite a bit.

Not sure I can think of a better way to start a summer off. Oh, went to two festivals too... one of which was freeeeeee. Cardiff big weekend was awesome because it was free, I liked all the bands, and we met Aled Philips! Haha, and this time it actually involved talking to him, not just him walking past and me not realising because I was so fascinated with a can of coke. (read: me jumping about while wearing what can only be described as a hippy jumper whilst he brushed past and left quickly, probably terrified.)

The Square festival cost about £40, but I reckon it was worth it. Though we couldn't camp in the end... because some twats jumped on our (already sick) tent, with us inside! We decided to abandon ship... I wanted to headbutt the bloke who did it but no one else seemed to think that would be a good idea, and we didn't see them anyway.

The wonderful thing about festivals is that you can go watch a band with no presumptions whatsoever, becuase you've never heard of them before. They might turn out to be total drivel, absolute shite, or they might be terrific. Fight Like Apes and The Joy Formidable are two bands who slot into the latter. We were lucky enough to catch TJF again at Cardiff Big Weekend, less than a week later I believe. Kerchiiiiiiiing!

And I can't remember the names of the shit bands. We went and looked at fun stuff while they were on anyway... or to the beach.

If I don't manage to be a published author or a van driver when I grow up, I might open a sandwich shop that stays open till like 5AM in a teeny tiny seaside town. Seriously. It was genius.

I don't like shandy though. That was a discovery I also made.

Uh... so what next... after cardiff big weekend we went back to MJ's. I was there for a few days, happy as larry, whoever he is, then suddenly one morning i'm sitting there listening to HU and BLAM! I getta phonecall off my mum telling me I have another sister!

Wow. That's what i said. It was a better reaction than last time, trust me. So asap (well, next day but shush) i jumped on a train back up to Ludlow and met little Sunny Rose. She was gorgeous, is gorgeous. Lalala of course my mum was right in saying that as soon as she was born we'd all love her and things wouldn't seem to matter as much...

However, there IS still the issue of now having 5-6 people living in a three bedroom house. I'm sure we'll survive.

I haven't done any holiday homework yet. I'm sure I'll survive.

BEHIND YOUR SMILE FORGET THAT I WAS LEFT WITH EVERYTHING.

...Ahem... *Controls and composes self*

Basically, I met up with my ludlow friends while I was there.. some of it was lovely. Some of it was disappointing. I shouldn't let myself even care any more, I should know that twats will be twats will be twats. Urgh.

It's fine. Anyone who was twatty didn't get any of my cider. Ha.

Moving on... came back down here, hung out with Susie and Ellie also (lovely to see them both, and it's a travesty Peterborough isn't closer!) and... saw a LOT of Lostprophets videos.

Lostprophets.
It's this month. It's the month where... although I do control this beast and chain her up 99.9%of the time, a screeching, screaming fangirl bursts out of me.

But only when the loud songs are playing so she can scream along with the lyrics. Honest.

I really could be a lot worse. At Cardiff big weekend a girl next to me (while A!A! where playing) honest to god, no exaggeration, spent the set SCREAMING Ryan Day's name. Seriously.

Love, he doesn't care about you. And your big straw hat is uneccesary in all this rain, not to mention annoying with the way it keeps hitting my head.

...flashbacks are great.

Anyway! Where was I? AH! LOSTPROPHETS! Undoubtedly my favourite band, one year yesterday since I last saw them live, two years and four months minus one day since I saw them live for the first time, and nine days until I see them two nights in a row.

Did I mention I'm a loser?

Hahaha. But.. without sounding too much like a teenieslashstalker, they're a band that matter a lot to me, have mattered a lot to me for a long time (well, a long time for someone as young as I) and if they go on mattering this much to me until i'm past 18, I might just immortalise that in ink.

I'm on about a tattoo, by the way, not writing them a letter.

Right... well I've blathered on for long enough. my life is still composed of it's general elements and containing it's usual factors... shorts with tights, being under the influence, welsh rock bands, sunshine, yelling "fuck you" (SOMEONE IN A CAR WHISTLED AT ME. WHISTLED. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? *ANGER*), midnight missions, the written word, and... overthinking everything. : )

August is a month where I always do my best not to come down to earth. I know it'll hurt when I come back to earth with a bump in september, but fuck that because it's far ahead in the future and anyway the whole world might just implode before that and the worries and plans I make in advance could all be for nothing, absolutely nothing.

Bai. X